Now it's coming to the end of the evening
The time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of place
Your eyelids heavy, you make your way down the yellow streets
past rows and rows of houses
curtains drawn tight against the cold night air
to a flight of stairs
which lead to a room
where a bed is waiting for you to lie down
perhaps alone, perhaps not
and go to sleep again

They wait alone
in unused rooms
they sit and they remember
Oh, please remember
So you lie on your back in the dark
and listen to the blood rushing in your ears
and the soft "tick, tick, tick" of your watch against the mattress springs
Patterns merge behind your eyes
Purple and green, glowing gently
and all is soft with furry darkness
You yawn once
turn on your side
and fall to sleep again

They wait alone
they bathed your eyes
when nights were cold
Remember
Oh, please remember

There's something you've forgotten
When you awoke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were alone
Alone and afraid of the dark
Watching
Waiting
Watching
Waiting
As you lie on your back
naked beneath the cold sheets
Not dead, just sleeping
Sleeping
And you will never wake again.

Writer : BROWN, LARRY RUSSELL/BLOODWORTH, RAYMOND
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing